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The Poetry of Emily Dickinson, Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson

The Poetry of Emily Dickinson

  • Ronnieje citiralaprije 4 godine
    So unsuspected violets
    Within the fields lie low,
    Too late for striving fingers
    That passed, an hour ago.
  • Jo Leeje citiralaprije 4 godine
    If I can stop one heart from breaking,
    I shall not live in vain;
    If I can ease one life the aching,
    Or cool one pain,
    Or help one fainting robin
    Unto his nest again,
    I shall not live in vain.
  • Jdlyn Crtzje citiraoprije 5 godina
    DAWN.

    When night is almost done,
    And sunrise grows so near
    That we can touch the spaces,
    It 's time to smooth the hair

    And get the dimples ready,
    And wonder we could care
    For that old faded midnight
    That frightened but an hour.
  • Jaz Alvje citiraoprije 5 godina
    If I can stop one heart from breaking,
    I shall not live in vain;
    If I can ease one life the aching,
    Or cool one pain,
    Or help one fainting robin
    Unto his nest again,
    I shall not live in vain.
  • An-nisa Pratiwije citiralaprije 7 godina
    The soul selects her own society,
    Then shuts the door;
  • aiaje citiralaprije 3 mjeseca
    The soul selects her own society,
    Then shuts the door;
    On her divine majority
    Obtrude no more.
  • aiaje citiralaprije 3 mjeseca
    If I can stop one heart from breaking,
    I shall not live in vain;
    If I can ease one life the aching,
    Or cool one pain,
    Or help one fainting robin
    Unto his nest again,
    I shall not live in vain.
  • aiaje citiralaprije 3 mjeseca
    ALMOST!

    Within my reach!
    I could have touched!
    I might have chanced that way!
    Soft sauntered through the village,
    Sauntered as soft away!
    So unsuspected violets
    Within the fields lie low,
    Too late for striving fingers
    That passed, an hour ago.
  • aiaje citiralaprije 4 mjeseca
    'T is so much joy! 'T is so much joy!
    If I should fail, what poverty!
    And yet, as poor as I
    Have ventured all upon a throw;
    Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
    This side the victory!
  • aiaje citiralaprije 4 mjeseca
    Our share of night to bear,
    Our share of morning,
    Our blank in bliss to fill,
    Our blank in scorning.

    Here a star, and there a star,
    Some lose their way.
    Here a mist, and there a mist,
    Afterwards — day!
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